Текст песни Playback 68

Well today a man is walking on the Moon His hands are shaken and his face is blue And he took the trip but he ain't comin' home Buried in a New York summer's snow (Pray!) pray that roam or traveling will lead us to a place so far a- (Way!) way from amy brother sucking on the barrel of a gun (Take!) to take my mom and dad we'll hunt the bomb and say there's nothing wrong (Play!) playback 68 again remind us all of where we've been There's a factory that blocks the light of day And the field where all the children like to play In a world your thoughts who always knew, what is sent around comes back to you And hangman isn't just another game (Pray!) pray that roam or traveling will lead us to a place so far a- (Way!) way from amy brother sucking on the barrel of a gun (Take!) to take my mom and dad we'll hunt the bomb and say there's nothing wrong (Play!) playback 68 again remind us all of where we've been (Pray!) pray that roam or traveling will lead us to a place so far a- (Way!) way from amy brother sucking on the barrel of a gun (Take!) to take my mom and dad we'll hunt the bomb and say there's nothing wrong (Play!) playback 68 again remind us all of where we've been (Pray!) pray that roam or traveling will lead us to a place so far a- (Way!) way from amy brother sucking on the barrel of a gun (Take!) to take my mom and dad we'll hunt the bomb and say there's nothing wrong (Play!) playback 68 again remind us all of where we've been